The Void

In one of my latest Powerpoint presentations I wrote this:

<< In a single drop of water there are as many atoms as there are drops of water that fill Lake Ontario.

Each atom consists of protons and neutrons in the nucleus and electrons in the outer orbitals: the electrons are more than 1000 times smaller than protons and neutrons: the electron would be as big as a grain of sand placed at a distance of one kilometer from the nucleus. A boundless empty space exists between the core and the electrons. Atoms tend to join together in molecules, the size of a billionth of a meter, that is 10 times larger than the atoms themselves, while within them there are nuclei 10,000 times smaller than the atom, 10 times larger than protons and neutrons , and 1000 times larger than the three quarks that make up each proton and each neutron. The size of a quark is therefore a billionth of a billionth of a meter. But if we really want to go down to the smallest dimension ever, the one whose thickness is a superstring, then we have to make a journey into the infinitely small within a hundred millionth of a billionth of a billionth of a billionth of a meter. At this point we have reached the mythical “Planck Length” equal to 10^-33 cm. >>

I’d like to think – even if I can’t prove it yet – that this is the dimension of the dreams, which create the ephemeral matter around them.

I think a consciousness arises spontaneously from virtual particles in this immense void immersed in an infinite space-time, occasionally shaken by gravitational waves created by cataclysms born of extreme conditions in the world of matter (binary black holes for example).

And when the matter ends, the dream will remain to decide what will happen “after” the mechanism of existence.

Or maybe not later: just always, now here in the “nowhere”.

And only an uncertainty principle discovered in quantum mechanics by Werner Heisenberg was able to replace the improbable and childish bearded God of institutional religions.

I believe that dreams exist before the matter. And that’s why I love the Australian aboriginals and their “Dreamtime”.

One day, thinking of all of this, I sat in front of my synthesizers and my hands started to run on the keys: